Every day it is similar You are cheery And so am I Our terrible lie Can you imagine a time When we awoke and did not speak Realizing our moods would cause tension Tension caused by too little life? I do wish sometimes As I leave for work sullenly Dreading the day already Weeping far within The lie, terrible and unending Would cease to be And I would know the real you And you the real me But, the lie drags on for now For it is not written in the stars And perhaps it will never be I am my own companion The dreaded truth Gathered in a lifetime Sentenced for an eternity Realized too late